{Alchemic Grove}: by Ube

Why don't you come with me, To Alchemic Grove. Where deals with monsters are, Bought and sold.

Trade in your skin and sin, For a life abundant. Trade in the sound of screams, For a voice triumphant.

Save the babies from alchemic grove!! There wicked ways will disease the old.

A dollar for an eye, That sees the world good. Or six pents for a mouth, That speaks beauty and sings. Twenty yen for a face, That always shows your best side.

And inside you we will come and stay, Slowly carving your insides away...

Pleasures upon pleasures, Do as you please, If you have any craving, We have your disease.

Would you, if you could? Could you be so bold!? Why don't you come with me, to Alchemic Grove?

(This is my first poem where I'm trying to use some kind of pattern and purpose. •.•; Thoughts, criticisms, critiques?)